Window full of sky

Window full of sky

Through the cragged windows
Of this abandoned city
The sky beckons
And yet chained
To fluid identity
Shifting duty
Fear binding my wings
Flight cannot be
Not yet

So each day , I gather
One window full of sky
At a time
And build my own
Within me
There I soar
There I am one with the sky

And all those times
When this abandoned city
Comes calling  with it’s stunned silence
I escape into my sky
For a few moments
Of freedom
A few moments
Of joy .


—shubha

An armful of sky

Armful of sky

You can see 
the character of the woods
In winter
Devoid of their foliage
You see them for what they are
Straight, smooth, proud, tall
Or gnarled, twisted,bent
But they all raise their limbs
Some feathered into filigree
Others curved ,branched or straight
In silent prayer
And are blessed by
Filling ,their waiting arms,
With an armful of blue skies.

--shubha